Prices
Plutocracies gone mad with greed and lust,
Remuneration packages big enough for a town just for one,
International tax havens for the rich,
Coppers and stale bread for the working man,
Equality on paper but not in life for us workers,
Socialist leaders selling out and sending us down the river.
By Christopher Tye
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